Pregnancy Update: 14 Weeks

As my first official post on The Wilsonian Institute, I thought it was only fitting that I post a pregnancy update to balance out years of boy-posts. If you aren’t fascinated by all things baby/pregnancy, this post probably won’t be for you. Now, let’s kick the estrogen up a notch 😉

*Disclaimer: My belly looks extra pronounced in this picture, which I believe is a result of a) me sticking it out a little bit and b) hand placement.

How far along? 14 weeks! I know I’ve still got another 26 to go, but I am SO thankful to be in my second trimester! The Lord has been so gracious throughout this pregnancy and I can’t wait to see what’s next!

How big is baby Wilson? The size of a navel orange.

Maternity clothes? Sometimes. I’m still a little small for most things, but if I can get away with wearing a stretchy waistband, I’m doing it.

Stretch marks? Nope.

Sleep: Yes, please. I’m finally sleeping through the night now that I don’t have to wake up every morning at 4 AM to pee.

Best moment this week: This was technically last week, but seeing baby Wilson move around on the ultrasound was the best! We got to see legs, arms, the heartbeat, his/her face and a ton of movement!

Miss Anything? Sushi, unsweet tea and diet coke.

Movement: Just what we could see on the ultrasound. Can’t wait to start feeling the “flutters” I keep hearing about!

Food cravings: Nothing too distinctive, but I could definitely put away some Marie Calendars Parmesan Chicken Pot Pie.

Anything making you queasy or sick: Apples. I’ve decided to boycott them for the rest of this pregnancy.

Gender predictions: I’ve been thinking boy, but Jeremy keeps saying he has no idea.

Labor Signs: No. PTL!

Belly Button in or out? In.

Wedding rings on or off? On.

Happy or Moody most of the time: It’s kind of a toss-up. I’d say happy and SLEEPY most of the time, but Jeremy might beg to differ 😉

Looking forward to: Finding out the gender!

I Don’t Get It

I don’t get it. I just don’t get it. I haven’t investigated all the ins and outs of abortion policy but as I understand it, the most recent legislation that was blocked sought to, among other things, ban abortions after 20 weeks of pregnancy in Texas.

I believe abortion at any stage is the taking of a life. Is that not what an abortion is? There is a life that needs to be ended for an abortion to be deemed successful, yes? It’s not simply a removal… it’s a cessation of life. That’s why Kermit Gosnell ensured “fetal demise” (killed live-born babies) in his clinic. Because the mothers chose abortion and he wanted to complete the procedure that was chosen.

Regardless, to focus (more so) on the recent legislation, how could anyone ever disregard the life of a 20 week or older fetus? It blows my mind and sickens my heart. I recently went to an ultrasound reading with my pregnant wife. Here is an image from the visit:

Baby Wilson

This image was taken at 13 weeks… 13 WEEKS.

My baby has a face, a nose, arms and legs. Baby Wilson is a person. Baby Wilson is alive. How could anyone, let alone the president of the United States, celebrate the blocking of legislation that would protect a life well after this stage of pregnancy?

I cannot wrap my mind around this thinking. Fighting for the “right” to choose? What is the choice, exactly? Can it be denied that the choice is to end a life?

Is that the logic in the argument? That women should have the right to choose what happens to their bodies? Surely abortion proponents realize that the fetus is a BODY inside of a pregnant lady’s body. I feel like I’m taking crazy pills and missing the point.

Pregnant ladies can’t even ride roller coasters. Whose body is being protected by that policy? Where are the protests on that attack on choice?

We’re worshiping ourselves. It’s a scary day when each person is their own authority.

That’s the self-exalting attitude that roused protesters to disrupt lawmakers in Austin. It’s the same self-exalting attitude that celebrates the freedom to end the life of the unborn. And our nation is reveling in and rabidly fighting for it.

And I just don’t get it.